she's not too close, no, but nic startles surprisingly easy— especially when he’s reading. cue the montague boy jumping slightly, turning with wide eyes to glance up, only to sigh a bit when he realizes just who’s peering at him. " oh, hello, you. " a grin. " being nosy? "

❝ yes, you. ❞ there's a slight boyish simper, dominic's eyes flickering up and down the blonde. he's seen her before ; one of adelaide's witches? ❝ if you wanted to know what i was reading, all you had to do was ask. ❞ it's jane eyre.

❝ jane eyre. ❞ head tilts to the side, cerulean optics briefly narrowing before he pats the spot next to him. she's welcome to join, if she likes. ❝ one of my personal favorites. ❞

everything with adelaide is a supposed matter of importance.

𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍: — 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 this tweet for a gif starter. — 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 this tweet for a short text starter. — 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 to this tweet for a dm to plot something.

adelaide's witches are so peculiar, bloody hell. ❝ a governess that falls in love with her employer. ❞ he's leaving out the bit about the mad wife in the attic and all of that. some things are best read themselves.

blink, blink. then, a fit of laughter. ❝ no, bloody hell, of course not. ❞ just give him a moment. ❝ governesses are for teaching children. ❞

god, how he wants to go and get drunk.

❝ my siblings and i are all grown up. ❞ a slight smile. ❝ so, my parents no longer have one, no. ❞ cue nic slowly closing the book. ❝ and none of us have any children, so. no. ❞

|| listen. the montague siblings? literally gorgeous, and that's the tea.

oh, no. he's intentionally ignoring him.

oh, damn. ❝ go away, simon. ❞ blue eyes never once flicker up from the pages, but take notice of the way that he's no longer reading. more just playing nonchalant than anything.

❝ because i'm trying to read. ❞ two things ﹕ simon gets under his skin anyway, and nic gets very irritated when anyone interrupts his reading.

𝑮𝑰𝑭 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑹 @vividrcses:

indeed, it will be. but if it's any consolation... he assumes she's the maid, hence the lack of turning away from the fireplace. ❝ tell me, jenny— has father given you the week off for the upcoming festival yet? ❞ see? she can sneak up on him, still.

cue a glare from the young wolf. ❝ you thrive on making my life a living hell. ❞ cerulean optics narrow, followed by, ❝ perhaps I should use this book against you ; send you back to addie with a black eye. ❞

dear god, he's so bored.